User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-4677325-20190802065718/@comment-4677325-20190803035151

A soft and quiet humming announced Falkin’s arrival to the top of the ramparts, the grey squirrel grunting slightly as he ascended the final stair, his wooden walking stick clacking silently against the stone. He made his way over to the edge of the wall, his humming stopping as he sighed happily, leaning against it and staring out across the green foliage.